Stuckes deftly balances violence and wit, self-consciousness and panache. She can turn a sentence on a dime
A brilliant, chilling, furious novel. Real, relatable, and unputdownable
A brutal, blistering horror story about precarious lives. Part Eileen, part Carrie. I gulped it down
Dead Animals is a novel about peripheries: the thing flickering at the corner of your vision, which is also the corner you can't get yourself out of without the buoyancy aid of money, class and privilege . . . This novel makes livid the faultlines of power, in gripping, distinctive prose
Dead Animals sinks its teeth into you on the first page and doesn't let go for the duration. Stuckes writes equally vividly on the traumas of love and abuse, the indignities of restaurant work and the off-kilter beauty of feeling forever out of place, half understood. A pitch-dark, pitch-perfect literary horror, haunted by a righteous anger that spirals out into the world indefinitely
Dead Animals is creepy, claustrophobic and deeply unsettling. The prose is razor-sharp and the overall effect is intoxicating.
I devoured it. It's sparse, haunting and gripping